Before Pat and I left for Europe, we meditated on the trip and saw swirls of energy. Marcus calls them 'Time Swirls'. They go by many names, but are a metaphor of the spirals of consciousness the loops of time, our DNA, Ectoplasmic Rings, etc.

On this day, Pat and I joined friends, Nicole and Andy, for a journey deep into the Black Forest.

Nicole and I know each other since 1988 when we met in a psychic development class in Brooklyn. Common themes including lifetimes linked to WW II Germany, time travel, and our reality, have kept us linked. We share an agenda. Nicole wanted to help me with Sarah and Alexander back in 1990, when I wrote the first draft and we felt connected to the story, but destiny did not dictate it to be completed then, as we went off into other areas of our lives and the story evolved without own evolution of consciousness. Currently Nicole is creating another book with me, featuring articles I have created in my personal archives and expanding on them.

Nicole is currently 33 years old and starting her PhD. program in Anthropology at the University of Wisconsin, in Madison. She and Andy have been together since early 2004 when they met in Chicago, where she was teaching and working for the Oriental Institute.

Though Andy was originally planning to visit the university, as he is not into metaphysics, time restraints changed his plans. Prior to Nicole and Andy coming to Freiburg, they flew to Berlin. Nicole wrote ...

Going to Germany and Belgium was the equivalent of a long awaited trip back home. Indeed, when I first started writing this post, I initially typed, "Going back!" Yet, this was my first trip to Germany and my first trip to Europe for that matter.

The trip that we took circled through Germany via Frankfurt, Berlin, Freiburg, and Brussels. This was a trip filled with travel, adventures, and most importantly, reminders regarding the past and how integrated all events are into the present and the future.

Understanding how looping works is a very important concept, on an individual, societal, and global level. One of the most important manifestations of looping was during a fantastic four-hour walking tour that Andy and I took in Berlin.

Time and "Looping"

We started the four hour walking tour at Brandenburg Gate, and thereby circled through the major historical areas of Berlin. There were so many incredible sites, thick with history, far too many to list.

One of our first major stops was Hitler's Bunker, which has subsequently been converted into condominiums (the surrounding area) and a children's play lot/sandlot (directly on top of the bunker). It is here that the reminder of looping and patterns in time really took off.

This is a picture of a bench that is situated right on Hitler's bunker (which is currently a children's sandlot). The name "Alexander", as in Sarah and Alexander, is clearly etched into the bench, with the letters AEXA to the right of it.

Cal, our tour guide, took us through the last few hours of Hitler's demise with his thick description. It was at this site that Hitler's downfall spiraled out of control. Just a stone's throw away sits the Memorial to the Murdered Jews in Europe, a both beautiful and somber reminder of the genocide that took place during that time.

One of the most profound loops/connection was the controversy that surrounds this memorial site. This site, with its 2,711 stele and undulating walkways is a monument to suffering, anonymity, and somber reflection. It pays reverence to the psychological, emotional, and "spiritual" turmoil experienced by those who suffered during this period of "time." Cal himself noted how things "loop" around, are intertwined with one another, and for all intents and purposes, cannot be separated.

He made a note of pointing out why there is so much controversy regarding this site: his point was that even the site itself, one that pays respect to murdered Jews, one of the major companies involved is financially linked to the Nazi administration.

Even more disturbing, this same company that was financially linked to the Nazis, one of its major financial backers was former Senator Prescott Bush, current U.S. President George W. Bush's grandfather. Therefore, the Bush dynasty has in some way, shape or form, indirectly (or directly) profited from Nazi activities.

This illustrates how the archetypal symbol of circles and looping is fundamentally important to understanding human patterns of both time and our own actions. The point that history (human actions and activities) keeps looping, continually repeats itself, points to how humans understand time and its lessons in painfully limited forms.

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9:30 am, 27 Saturday 2005

Pat and I drove to Freiburg, in the morning, where Nicole and Andy joined us for the journey high into the Black Forest. This trip was very important and we all sensed it as we drove through the terrain finally stopping at a destination that felt right to us.

View of Freiburg from above

We parked at the base of a tree and got out. We walked around getting our bearings and taking pictures. The air was crisp and clean, the day picture perfect as we slowly climbed up the hillside, a stream to our right, a wooden log serving as a footbridge over the stream. We were all here on a mission, which would guide us along.

We found an unusual alcove that Nicole and Andy explored. We wondered how it was created.

After a while, Pat and Nicole walked back to the area where we had parked while Andy and I remained above. We turned to face Pat and Nicole, the stream now to our left.

Then I saw Marcus come into him as Andy also experienced something moving into him from behind.

He didn't seem fearful or confused by the experience, just mentioning what he was experiencing, as if seeming to know he had to be there.

Andy's works in computers IT, Marcus' former career and as always a link with programming. Marcus is the admin of Crystalinks.

Though I didn't initially know what I was supposed to do, in that moment the memories flooded my mind.

I created a loop connecting the Great Pyramid @ to upstate New York @ to where Andy and I stood.

Once again we heard the sounds of gears turning. These were the same sounds heard in upstate New York on Good Friday, April 2004 with Pat, Marcus/Trae and Ron.

Andy, was unable to place the source of the sounds, thinking they may be a buzz saw, but they were above. I knew them only too well. These were the gears of time recalibrating.

In that moment I realized that once again it took the energies of male and female to create change, balance of polarities, and why Andy had to be there. The male would have to match my frequency, if only energetically.

Though it was Marcus I connected with, as he is my partner in time, Andy was the vehicle through which he worked, if only for a few minutes in this space-time reality.

It was there that Andy and I had climbed a hill to re-sequence time and enter a new grid insert. This was hours before Hurricane Katrina would hit New Orleans in one of the worst natural disasters in US history.

After returning to New York I received a call from Mallory, a long-time client and friend. She called to share 2 meditations she had shortly after I left. In both cases, Mallory saw me in a deep forest with several people. She recognized Pat, but insisted that Pat was not important in what took place. She saw me with someone else doing something that brought great change to the destiny of the planet. She called to verify her visions, another confirmation. I must also add that I felt the emerges of many Crystalinks' readers at different times through out the journey.

Marcus sent this email after I returned to New York ...

Welcome back!

The significance of Katrina is HUGE...the swirls are all the synchronicity
of these things. It is a microcosm of the entire existence of duality, it is
nature, war, famine, triumph, all rolled into one event.

When you were in Germany I kept feeling you pass in and out of the program.
Normally I am aware, at least at a subconscious level, that you are here. It
is sort of a reminder in the back of my head, or peripheral vision, that
sort of thing.

However, there were a few times that suddenly you were no
longer in that little spot, it was as if you simply didn't exist on this, or
any other, plane. They never lasted that long, but there were just moments
here and there where I basically lost track of you, so to speak.

Over the past week I have been staying up very late, much later than I would
normally...something just compelled me to stay awake in my time zone. Though
there was one particular day that I feel asleep very early, and was out, a
VERY deep sleep for the entire night.

Alas it was done and my soul recognized that it was done correctly this time!

Andy and I came 'down from the mountain', so to speak and joined Pat and Nicole and share experiences.

I drove Nicole and Andy to the train station in Freiburg as they headed off for further adventures in Brussels.

Just after we dropped them off, Pat and I drove past 4 spiral sculptures on a street not far from the 'university'. Before the trip, Pat kept 'seeing' spirals pointing downward and was elated when we found these just after the Black Forest time correction. I could not stop the car long enough for Pat to capture all 4 spirals, but she photographed 2 of them.

Email from Darlene in Texas, 4 September ...

Dear Ellie,

Last Sunday morning about 9:00 (August 28th) I logged the following entry into my journal:

I am wondering if today is the day that Ellie is doing something in regards to that time loop she talks about in Germany. I always make a clockwise loop from my house, to the park, and then back home. Today, just as I approached the park, I saw a stray dog sitting near the stand of trees where two other dogs came after me last year. Deciding not to take any chances, I found myself taking a backwards, counterclockwise loop through the park. By the time I came back by the area where the stray dog had been earlier, he had moved on. This made me think of a backward loop in time, then meeting back where the loop started near the entrance to the park.

Heading back home from the park I experienced the following in regards to Hurricane Katrina. I had a very bad feeling about this, including an almost overwhelming sense of sadness.

Later I connected both of these incidents and feelings to your March 15th essay and meditation regarding the Moebius Strip. Walking counterclockwise through the park last Sunday felt strange and was almost like being in a different world.

Texas is, of course, right in the middle of the refugee crisis from the Gulf Coast right now, with thousands being taken in by Houston, Dallas, Austin, and San Antonio, as well as outlying areas and communities. There truly are no words to describe the attendant pain and suffering of this disaster. In addition, my meditations have been interrupted by those confused victims who did not make it through the storm. I have done my best to comfort them and guide them where they must go, but it does take a momentary emotional toll, a minor problem compared by the misery inflicting so many right now.

As you have stated so well, "gears of time" are "recalibrating."

All the best,
Darlene

The Moebius Strip file mentions the Stargate SG 1 episode Window of Opportunity about looping in time. Friday night, 2 September, the Sci fi Channel featured the 5 most popular SG 1 shows after 8 1/2 years on the air. Guess which one came was the most popular? You got it! Window of Opportunity, the loops of time! The episode was first aired in Season 4. 4=time! SG = Stargate & Sacred Geometry. SG1, return to 1

We now segue to Robert whose poem about the 'loops of time' was posted here while I was in Europe. Robert had also mentioned seeing spiraling vortexes in reference to the trip.

A Descent into the Maelstrom

Hi Ellie, Welcome back!

I have attached my meditative work concerning the idea of the "time warp", Edgar Allen Poe, A Descent into the Maelstrom. I think that the idea of this loop of time connects with my last email.

This lead me to a website about Poe and the metaphysical code in his work of science fiction.

This is the story, of a man caught by an enormous natural force, who uses his knowledge of science to escape death. It is an exemplar of the rigorous methodology of hard science fiction at its best. It is also worth noting that it is a sea story.

Sea stories have a very long history, dating back to Homer's Odyssey and before. Because of this, sea stories have a highly codified interpretive framework -- all the elements of sea voyages have a conventional meaning, sometimes allegorical.

On the other hand, since throughout the history of sea stories, real people have made real sea voyages, returning with marvelous tales of their adventures, sea stories insist upon their literal level, despite the conventional meaning of virtually every element of the sea story.

This story is then a founding document of the whole science fiction approach and attitude of the Golden Age and its vision of a great dangerous natural object, the whirlpool, is perhaps the ancestor of such "black hole" stories as Poul Anderson -- Information Behind Poe's Code.

Poe's Maelström: A Space-Time Singularity -- Poe composed a story which symbolically describes the process. The story has two narrators, a primary and a secondary. The primary narrator has employed the secondary, as a guide to usher him to a mountain top where they shall observe the Moskoe-strom.

The secondary narrator, to all appearances, an old man, is quite familiar with the strom; for he and his two brothers had used to daredevil fish the regions, which at certain times of the day are ruled by the strom's powerful currents.

As the two perch atop the highest crag of the mountain Helseggen, small whirlpools begin to subside into larger pools until the maelström assumes "a distinct and definite existence, in a circle of more than a mile in diameter." (Poe 129) The whirl is defined by a circular belt of spray gyrated outward from the strom itself.

Narrator One describes the interior of the strom's funnel, a smooth, shining, and jet-black wall of water, inclined to the horizon at an angle of some forty-five degrees, speeding dizzily round and round with a swaying and sweltering motion, and sending forth to the winds an appalling voice, half shriek, half roar, such as not even the mighty cataract of Niagara ever lifts up in its agony to Heaven. (Poe 129)

The old man, having demonstrated to his younger companion that the gigantic maelstrom actually exists as a phenomenon, requests that he get lee of the crag so that he may relate his harrowing confrontation with that whirling cataract.

Once when he and his brothers were fishing in the vicinity of the maelstrom, they missed the slack time of the currents, were besieged by a colossal hurricane, and then, were caught in the mighty currents that drew their fishing vessel into the maelstrom.

The initial blast of the storm claimed Narrator Two's younger brother, for he had been lashed to the mast, which broke off from the boat. He and his elder brother then entered the whirl of the maelstrom. Believing that all was lost, the fisherman transcended the terror which surrounded him.

As events unfolded, his acute observations and reflections regarding natural laws which ruled the objects captured by the strom, saved his life.

He observed, first, that objects of greatest mass plunged fastest toward the frothy vortex. Also, cylindrical-shaped objects descended more slowly. After endeavoring in vain to shout to his brother the plan for saving their lives, he lashed himself to a barrel and abandoned ship.

From the barrel Narrator Two watched their boat, carrying his brother, whirl its way to destruction; but he and his barrel descended more slowly. Before the barrel reached the vortex, the strom abated and his life was spared. But he emerged from the maelstrom an old man. He had related from the story's outset:

Not long ago ... I could have guided you on this route as well as the youngest of my sons; but, about three years past, there happened to me an event such as no man ever survived to tell of--and the six hours of deadly terror which I then endured have broken me up body and soul.

You suppose me to be a very old man -- but I am not. It took less than a single day to change these hairs from a jetty black to white, to weaken my limbs, and to unstring my nerves, so that I tremble at the least exertion, and I am frightened of a shadow. (Poe 126)

The old man's account of his accelerated aging process indicates that the maelstrom which he describes constitutes much more than just a gigantic whirlpool. Here we encounter more of Poe's mystification; we enter the realm of allegory.

Poe's strom contains a time warp within its funnel, just as one would expect a space traveler to encounter as he enters the maelstrom of a black hole.

As the fisherman approaches the vortex of that watery gyre, he brushes shoulders with Death itself, and in a period of six hours, he ages many years. He also witnesses in the destruction of their boat and in the death of his elder brother, the power concentrated at the vortex, where individuation is lost, just as all matter loses its particularity in the Oneness of the primary particle.

Then, too, in this story the reader witnesses Poe's obsession with the tendency to death; he allows this fisherman narrowly to escape death so that he may return to describe Poe's own concepts of transcendence.

The transcendental aspects, within the context of a collapsing cosmos are also manifest both in his choice of the maelstrom as the symbol of destiny and of the vertiginous pattern which the maelstrom assumes. Its form matches precisely what Poe needed for an allegory of the cosmos he envisioned.

Evident is the similarity between spiraling universes and galaxies and the swirling motion of a maelstrom.

In "A Descent Into the Maelström," Poe has exploited quite well his symbology, describing the affinity possessed by all matter for its own dissolution. We can readily perceive Poe's bias again at work, observations shaded by his belief that unity is the posture which the universe longs to assume.

Poe's whirling maelstrom displays nature in what would appear to be her ulterior motives. Interestingly, Poe chose also a hurricane, another cyclonic fury, to enhance the maelstrom's intensity. Had Poe lived in the American Midwest, he would probably have been enchanted by tornadoes, which also wreak havoc at the vortex of their writhing funnels.

In his examination of the universe, or, for that matter, of all of Nature (including the human psyche), Poe reveals the horrors of losing individuation.

His vision of collapse constitutes a remarkable consistency within the body of his writings. He speaks to his readers' conscious and unconscious fears, which were, too, the poet's own fears -- fears, which, in his genius, Poe illumined through the symbology of imagination -- fears which occupy the mind of contemporary man much more than did they interest the public of the 1830's and 1840's. "Poe anticipates the special hell of modern man.

In reflecting upon "A Descent Into the Maelström," an image comes to mind--that of the luminous star spiraling into its invisible companion, a black hole.

Like Poe's maelstrom, the black hole consumes whatever happens to be within its event horizon, only this on an astronomical scale. In the story, Poe reveals a concentration of matter-energy at the vortex of the maelstrom -- as in the vortex of a black hole -- the intersection between the natural and the supernatural, between body and soul, between time and space.

In the mist above the vortex of the maelstrom "hung a magnificent rainbow -- the only pathway between Time and Eternity." (Poe 137) [Rainbow Bridge]

To traverse that path is to die. Poe believed that no amount of material, intellectual or spiritual scaffolding can prevent the return of all matter to Oneness, our inexorable dissolution.

From Ellie ... Thanks Robert. Once again we find metaphoric content in the program created by the observations of the poet peering through the eye in the loops of time.

The events in New Orleans since Hurricane Katrina hit remind me of scenes from war-torn countries outside the United States.

'Current' Earth changes affect everyone, and they are escalating.

The French Quarter is underwater ... but its 'trumpet' will sound again in a new harmonic. Trumpet, horns, cones, harmonics, 12 Around 1 geometry.

Lots of occult / voodoo stuff linked to that area. This goes beyond human drama and its negative energies, and into the energies of the grids, hampering their evolution, correction.

There are many evolved souls in that area who have helped balance these energies ... until 29 August ... when the program created cleansing and change.

So many people who now personify the lost wounded souls. They have lost what little they had, and are so scared ... the old and the newborn .... the healthy and the sick ... now displaced in time.

It reminds me of the feeling I had almost exactly 4 years ago when I watched the airplanes hit the twin towers. It feels surreal as one detaches from one grid as the new insert comes in. It is as if a practice drill for the closing of the program, detaching consciousness from the grids of reality.

Events of this kind bring about the worst ... and the best ... in people.

I had predicted that the second half of 2005 would bring disasters, and I see more ahead.

Katrina's aftermath affects everything, especially oil prices which are getting ridiculous. This too will reach its peak then decline in the never-ending dramas of planet Earth that repeat in the cycles of time. Katrina was followed by hurricane Rita in the Gulf Coast.

When I returned from my trip to Germany on 31 August, the energies of the Nazi program, science and humanities, were complete, meaning they reached zero point and no longer part of the grid.

Today in the news we find this symbolic story to that end -- 'Nazi hunter Simon Wiesenthal dies at 96'

Simon Wiesenthal, the Holocaust survivor who dedicated his life to tracking down Nazi war criminals and bringing them to justice, died Tuesday at the age of 96. Wiesenthal died in his sleep at his home in Vienna, Austria, according to Rabbi Marvin Hier, dean and founder of the Simon Wiesenthal Center in Los Angeles.

"Simon Wiesenthal was the conscience of the Holocaust," said Rabbi Hier, "When the Holocaust ended in 1945 and the whole world went home to forget, he alone remained behind to remember."

Wiesenthal, who had been an architect before World War II, was born on December 1908 in the Ukraine. During World War II he was assigned to a forced labor camp, but eventually managed to escape.

He changed his life's mission after the war, dedicating himself to trying to track down Nazi war criminals and to being a voice for the 6 million Jews who died during the onslaught.

Wiesenthal spent more than 50 years hunting Nazi war criminals, speaking out against neo-Nazism and racism, and remembering the Jewish experience as a lesson for humanity. Through his work, some 1,100 Nazi war criminals were brought to justice."

Wiesenthal's passing comes as we approach the Jewish holidays Rosh Hashana and Yom Kippur, when many souls seem to cross over each year.

It is the time of the Autumn Equinox, a time of balance, and always a time of crossing for many souls. It is as if the flood gates open and souls move on. I have never heard about so many deaths, as I have in recent weeks. One friend commented that souls just want to get 'out of the program'.

This takes me to my readings as of late ... lots of time spent talking with the spirits, energies, of souls who have crossed over. I finished my last reading today at 7:30 pm. It was a two-hour session in which I connected with many spirits linked to my client.

After the reading, I relaxed and looked out at the lights of the near full moon and Verrazano Bridge twinkling on the water before me. I love to do that at the end of each day. As I sat there, I returned a call to my entertainment lawyer, dealing with Sarah and Alexander, which centers around July 4th.

Suddenly my attention was riveted to a fireworks display by the water, somewhere between my house and the Statue of Liberty, but closer to me.

What a metaphor! I thought, as I walked out on the terrace, in the humid night air. I thought about taking a picture, but my digital camera doesn't take good pictures in the dark.

I am not sure if the fireworks were set off from a boat or the esplanade that runs along the water, as the trees were blocking my view, nor what the occasion was. It was not a major fireworks display, just enough to illuminate the night sky, reminiscent of souls crossing over and bleeping out of existence, liberty & freedom.